So I was up bright and early and drove to the Grove for my second, and hopefully final, session of band camp. Belkys checked me out, and was teaching a young new medical assistant, to the party around my tuches was going to be better attended this time.
Affable Dr. Shah came in, used the O'Regan gun 2 more times, as I asked him if there WAS a Dr. O'Regan like there was a Dr. Moh and Dr. Apgar, and he didn't know. But before I could tell any prison jokes, he was done. Man -- that is an acquired taste I never acquired...
So with my knee better, and the stitches due out from my basal removal, I'm hopefully done with medical stuff for awhile.
Tonight I'm meeting my friend and financial advisor Pat over at Captain's Tavern. We were going to visit Fox's, but switched venues for the halibut.
Last night Mirta and I caught up over some great paella at Bulla. Since Wifey's language of love is having food brought to her, I ordered both a paella and an arroz con pollo and brought her generous leftovers.
Mirta and I spoke about the unique challenges of adult kids, and how being an adult was sure a different thing to our generation than it is to our 30 and 40 somethings. And we caused it -- with helicoptering, and spoiling -- so there we are. We adore and love our kids, but they're much less shy about sharing their life issues and problems than we were with OUR parents. But we agreed, so long as they're healthy and on good paths, and we love them as we do -- we got nothing to complain about.
I shared with her that a friend was truncating his vacation since his daughter, a rising 2L making a ton of money and with a boyfriend, "missed" him and his wife. I don't recall EVER missing my parents, except for missing my Dad when he died. I guess stuff is different now.
I bought myself a second early birthday gift. The first was an oil painting of Tony Soprano giving the middle finger, which is in a newly renovated bathroom replacing the last photo I bought -- which I thought was a punk type woman sitting on a toilet in maybe CBGB's. Wifey pointed out that said woman had an Adam's Apple, and though I'm not anti LGBTQRSTUVW, I don't wish to have a photo of such a person -- better Tony, anytime.
The second gift is tickets to see Stevie Nicks at the Hard Rock in September. Wifey really digs her, and I figure we'll eat at Runway, Uber over to the Indian venue, and enjoy the show. Stevie is 77 -- so she fits in with our long procedure of seeing great acts before, well, they follow Tom Petty to that great show in the sky...
D1 is taking Little Man to Chicago early tomorrow am -- I can't wait to hear tales of him enjoying the Second City.
And we're meeting Drs. Eric, Barry, Dana, Donna, and Paul and Patricia for dinner Saturday night -- at Bourbon Steak in Aventura. It should be an epic evening, though there are fewer drinkers among us than in years past. I will do my level best to make up for the shortfall.
And Friday begins Dave Birthday Week -- sort of like Shark Week, but with less blood. I plan to savor each day even more than usual, and I am one world class savorer!
As a first step, I took care of things at the seat of my powers. Ha.
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